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The Wheels Were Turning

If you have spent more than half your life in some sort of formal education then finally graduating is something you look forward to whole heartedly. Three years of pre school + seven years of primary school + five years of secondary school + two years at University and another three more years at another uni and I finally made it into the coveted cap and gown. Yes, I finally got my degree! It's a beautiful feeling, seeing all your hard work finally pay off, well that is if you got a good degree classification. 

But what nobody ever tells you is the kind of pressure that comes with that little piece of paper. All of a sudden your long lost cousins and aunts and uncles start expressing their joy at your success and burden you with their expectations. So not only do I have to meet my immediate family's expectations but my extended family's as well. It's at this point in time when you realise that even though you spent half your life being lectured about the importance of education, it doesn't actually end there. After finally getting that degree, that little piece of paper that is the world's stamp of approval, you have to find a job. Emphasis on the FINDING. In the olden days yes you could easily get a job while you were still at university, but nowadays it's not that easy. I have known people with perfectly good grades and marketable degrees who have spent almost a year unemployed. 

And unfortunately because the world is such an unfair place, even with your fancy amazing hard earned degree, spending a year unemployed now classifies you under the failures of the world. So even though for a millisecond on 15.07.16 I was very proud of myself, the world still remained the same and in the back of my mind the wheels were turning. In conclusion, growing up is a lie and if you have the chance not to grow up, don't 🙈😬
P.S. Congratulations to the class of 2016!! 🎓

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